And with her was a big dog,
who was looking in an open cupboard and barking. And the lady was
singing:

"Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To get her poor dog a bone.
But, when she got there,
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none."

"And isn't there anything else in the house to eat, except a bone,
Mother Hubbard?" the dog asked. "I'm so hungry?"

"There isn't, I'm sorry to say," she answered. "But I'll go to the
baker's to get you some bread----"

"And when you come back you will think I am dead," said the dog,
quickly. "I'll look so, anyhow," he went on, "for I am so hungry.
Isn't there any way of getting me anything to eat without going to
the baker's? I don't care much for bread, anyhow."

"How would you like a piece of orange cake?" asked Uncle Wiggily,
all of a sudden, as he walked in Mother Hubbard's house. "Excuse
me," said the bunny uncle, "but I could not help hearing what your
dog said. I know how hard it is to be hungry, and I have an orange
cake in my basket. It is for Dr. Possum, but I am sure he would be
glad to let your dog have some."

"That is very kind of you," said Mother Hubbard.

"And I certainly would like orange cake," spoke the dog, making a
bow and wagging his nose--I mean his tail.

"Then you shall have it," said Uncle Wiggily, opening the basket. He
set the orange cake on the table, and the dog began to eat it, and
Mother Hubbard also ate some, for she was hungry, too, and, what do
you think? Before Uncle Wiggily, or any one else knew it, the orange
cake was all gone--eaten up--and there was none for Dr. Possum.

"Oh, see what we have done!" cried Mother Hubbard, sadly. "We have
eaten all your cake, Uncle Wiggily. I'm sure we did not mean to, but
with a hungry dog----"

"Pray do not mention it," said the rabbit gentleman, politely. "I
know just how it is. I have another orange cake of my own at home.
I'll go get that for Dr. Possum. He won't mind which one he has."

"No. I can't let you do that," spoke Mother Hubbard. "You were too
kind to be put to all that trouble. Next door to me lives Paddy
Kake, the baker-man. I'll have him bake you a cake as fast as he
can, and you can take that to Dr. Possum. How will that do?"

"Why, that will be just fine!" said Uncle Wiggily, twinkling his
pink nose at the dog, who was licking up the last of the cake crumbs
with his red tongue.

So Mother Hubbard went next door, where lived Paddy Kake, the bake